the monster under the bed

all that we know is that we must protect
our homes our children and our sacred lives
from fiends of demonic shape and dark aspect

like bees that swarm and seek to found new hives
our enemies seem everywhere to move
from highest noblest places to the lowest dives

they slink and slide their freedom seems to prove
that they have found a way through our safe walls
have hidden hatred in the guise of love

now all across the world their loud voice calls
us demons who look fair but with sharp claws
wreak our revenges before the high tower falls

and claim that we do this through honest laws
and we go stumbling into the half-light
without a thought without even taking pause

to ask if perhaps they've said something right
about our acts about our growing wars
then from this introspection we take flight

into our houses covering them with bars
that testify that we retain our might
and turn our backs to the remorseless stars